Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Ch 16

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

“Now rise, rotten apple, and let us be rid of you.” Above her, the neon glowed red, the color more sunset than shocking crimson in the rain-slicked sidewalk at her feet. Across the street, the door to Eidolon waited. The rain still fell, the drops so light they no longer pelted the thin plastic tied beneath her chin. And though she held the keys in hand, her home no less than fifty steps away, she stood, lost in a turbulent sea of raging ghosts and regretful memories.

He placed Azalea's body over his shoulder and soon enough they were inside the mansion. Once inside Azalea was placed in a circle surrounded by candles, skeleton skulls and blood marks. He retrieved a book from his bedroom and got on his knees. He began to chant a language which was encrypted and couldn't be understood. Soon enough Azalea started thrashing on the floor and making grunt noises more like a hungry growl. He continued the same chant and suddenly her jerked open. They were bright red, her skin tone was a ghostly pale white,her brown hair became richer,two fangs appeared, her lips were cherry red.

The witches strenghten their hold, and start their chants, and this time, there's an undeniable force in the room, and I try not to think of the implication that I was the person she loved the most, because as much as I'll like to relish in that fact, it's in the past tense. With us in their midst, the chants go stronger, louder, and suddenly, a bursting light, and I try to see, only then do I see her, Adaline, she looks so beautiful, and she's in a resturant, but is not alone, there's a man seated beside her, I grit my teeth, thinking he's her boyfriend, then I notice the discomfrt in her expression, and the way she's trying to back off, leaning away from him.

The truth lies behind us, and having the same face made him lose himself for a few seconds. "Dominic, as I've already told you, we need to leave this apartment instantly. You did not listen to me. Don't you see what happened?" Adeline mutters something under her breath as she readjusts the robe from her body that was about to come off due to me. "Do you believe me now? Look, this sly woman has tracked us down without a sweat."

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

He stormed out without another word. The door slammed behind him. I waited until the echo faded before pulling my phone out again. Still no reply from Adeline. She’d read it, I was sure of it. But she hadn’t said anything back. The little Canary that makes me even more intrigued. She wasn’t just some drunk girl who made a mistake. She knew what she was doing. She looked me in the eye and dared me to cross the line—and when I did, she didn’t flinch. And now she was hiding?

“It’s impossible… isn’t it?” The scent and memories were like a poison that was killing me. Hence, right after I gulped the left whiskey in my glass, I stood up and rushed around the pack, following her scent, until I found Adeline at the dining hall, leisurely picking foods from the buffet. “What the hell!” she cursed as I grabbed her by the arm, causing her to lose grip of her plate. Shuttered pieces flew all over the place, and the food was scattered on the floor.

I pulled on a pair of high-waisted denim jeans, an oversized cable-knit sweater, and a pair of casual flats, dragging my fingers hurriedly through my tangled hair before grabbing my bag and rushing toward the front door. The walk down the hallway felt like moving through molasses. My chest was tight, constricted by a suffocating mixture of guilt, fear, and the lingering terror of Richard’s calm, possessive smile. Once I was safely inside the back of a hailed cab, I pulled my phone out of my bag, letting my thumb mechanically swipe across the notifications. A message from Adrian sat right at the top of the chat thread—the lingering invitation he had sent earlier, asking if I wanted to sleep o

Elena moved deeper through the mansion slowly while thunder shook the windows overhead. The pull inside her mind grew stronger with every step. Left corridor. Another staircase. Then right again. She followed instinct blindly now. Like something ancient guided her through the storm-dark halls. And eventually— she reached the throne room. The massive doors stood slightly open. Whispers leaked softly from inside. Not human whispers. The necklace. Elena’s breathing faltered. Slowly she pushed the doors wider. Darkness greeted her immediately. Candles flickered weakly around the enormous chamber while shadows stretched long across black marble floors.